"I am leaving this hotel, dear Sabini. I am going to the Grand Hotel. I waited till they had a room free. This evening I am going to occupy it."
"Don't you like the 'Badruth'?"
"Oh, a regular box. There's nothing to do," exclaimed the Sicilian.
"What do you mean?"
"With the ladies, I mean to say," explained Franco Galatà.
"Don't you think there are beautiful women here?" suggested Lucio, becoming very cold and staring at the Prince of Campobello.
"Here? Very few: well acquainted with me and all, and I very well known to them. There's nothing to do," he repeated, with an even harder accent; "therefore I am going elsewhere."
"You travel to find women?" asked Lucio coldly, placing himself in unison with Galatà.
"For nothing else," affirmed the Prince of Campobello. "It is the only thing that interests me, pleases me, amuses me. I find nothing else better in life, such as it is," and he sighed lightly.
"And do one or many please you?"